Jackson had come to talk to Chen Mo partly to vent the doubts in his heart.
The main reason was that after walking for a long time in such a dark environment, especially one where the passage was filled with unchanging scenery—rocky ground, ceiling, and walls under the lights—people would naturally develop varying degrees of fear of the dark.
Although Jackson had received military training, that did not mean he was accustomed to such an environment. So he found someone to talk to, hoping to distract himself from his wild thoughts.
If an ordinary person were locked in a small dark room, they might die within seven days. This dark tunnel had gradually made everyone feel irritable.
Fortunately, this tunnel was better than the passage they had descended through. At least it was taller and wider, leaving them enough room to walk.
The team had walked for nearly twenty minutes. At this pace, they had actually covered around three kilometers, nearly four. Of course, they should have moved faster, but because they were wary of traps or enemies, the team's overall pace had been rather slow.
Yet even after covering three to four kilometers, there was still no sign of an end. The passage remained long and endless.
If an underground passage ran deep enough, there should have been little, or even no, air inside. After traveling through such a passage for so long, they should have been unable to continue because of the air.
The mercenaries, being Ordinary People with physiques inferior to Ability Users, should have felt even more discomfort.
But Chen Mo did not feel short of air or oxygen at all. Other than gusts of cold air brushing against him, there was nothing unusual. The chill flowed slowly through the passage like a breeze, making him